The Grotteau

Saturday, December 15, 2012

One day, you might open your indolent eyes, and notice that the most compassionate bodhisattvas happen to be living in your backyard, and the most passionate poets happen to be your best friends.
Posted by zachary horvitz at 10:10 PM
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